The City of the Dead: A Poem Delivered at the Dedication of the Cemetery at Warwick, N. Y., July 2D, 1867, and Other Pieces, Written at Sundry Times, on Various Occasions, and for Different Purposes, Serious and Humorous
The City of the Dead: A Poem Delivered at the Dedication of the Cemetery at Warwick, N. Y., July 2D, 1867, and Other Pieces, Written at Sundry Times, on Various Occasions, and for Different Purposes, Serious and Humorous
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 Excerpt: ... smash! What is Comfort, or Health, or e'en Life itself, Or Honor, or Truth, or position? You can purchase them all with plenty of pelf, But without it, you may go to peiditiou! WHAT BROKE UP OUR SET. I was thinking last night of the chaps whom I knew. When we were odd fellows together; And I'm certain that we were a ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1903 Excerpt: ... smash! What is Comfort, or Health, or e'en Life itself, Or Honor, or Truth, or position? You can purchase them all with plenty of pelf, But without it, you may go to peiditiou! WHAT BROKE UP OUR SET. I was thinking last night of the chaps whom I knew. When we were odd fellows together; And I'm certain that we were a right merry crew, No matter how stormy the weather; For we lived at our ease, and had no one to please, Save our own precious selves and each other; We could flirt with the girls, praise their faces and curls, And of family cares had no bother... Well, 'twas Charlie the first, who broke from the set, Though 1 never knew what took his fancy; But while at the Springs, 'twas the german, I think, He fairly got moon-struck with Nancy. Now, whatever he had, he had it quite bad; For he seemed to grow spoony and sickly; Of bachelor life he. was weary, 'twas dull, deucedly dreary, So, he married, and left us right quickly. 'Twas Arthur went next; he was jolly and proud; He was caught by a dashing young widow; She was pretty, I own; was once belle of the town, E'er she married old Captain McPhido. But he left her with plenty, at about four and twenty, And she wanted some fellow to spend it;-So she pitched upon Arthur; for their marriage, soon after, Came cards, for his late chums to attend it. Now, there were two of us left, only Willie and I, And, I tell you, I sometimes felt gloomy; I was sadly afraid that some managing maid Would make our lone quarters more roomy, So it happened, at last; such news travels fast.--'. Their engagement I heard of one morning; And, in less than a '.reek, --it seemed a sad freak, --He sent me the cards--as a warning! Thus, left quite alone, in my bachelor home, I thought my old cronies?oft-pated; And I solemnly swore, as I t.
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